Sit Down Sunday

Sleep, glorious, glorious sleep. The cycle of sleep is in and I couldn’t be more thankful. I often wonder why the old supplements stopped working but I thought I would give them another try and they are started working again. The better sleep he gets the more sleep I get. And the better the days are for both of us. He woke with a mission, “church”. I’m not sure if he understands how the days of the week go, even though he can recite them, or if it’s the fact that we have the routine of bowling and church on our weekends. Either way, he slept late and then came to me. He stood by my bed and said, “church”, immediately crawling into bed with me, giving me “big hug”, moving over to the other side of the bed, and promptly started crying, “wash your face”. His teeth are bothering him. The one will not let go, it’s there hanging by the last possible thread it can. Almost sideways out of his mouth but still there. Now another one is loose and the process will start again. They are worrisome to him and he does better once they are out than to have them hanging there. He still fiddles with the holes in his mouth, but they don’t seem to be as much of a stressor for him. He told me he had to go potty. “Let’s go potty”, he said, “wanna go potty”. You never know how much those words mean until they are spoken and success is achieved. Today I’m beyond stressed, feeling broken in a million pieces, trying to stay focused, and not let his screams of delight stir my shaken nerves. He’s so happy. I’m trying to focus on his new toothy smile and know that today is a moment in time. Tomorrow is back to school and I know he will be ready to go. The routine of life is important to us. I took Owen to his orientation on Friday at his school. It was in the early evening. He has asked for his teacher all summer long, but as soon as we started going towards his school he started screaming. We got there and he was upset. We only stayed a few minutes and we were off again. The minute we were down the road he started asking for his teacher again and hasn’t stopped since Friday. The road traveled is not always the path you thought you would take, but life has a funny way of taking you on an unexpected journey. Autism wasn’t important to me until autism was important to me. Share your story share mine, someone needs to hear your journey. And know that you matter. Smiles to all and donut daze!